Marrying my Helper Girl

The Mother's Advice

"Yes, I know that Rifqy is the father's son and after all this Boy is the Mother's child as well. Yeah, Boy?" cut the handsome Young Man's father of Arab - Indo descent while embracing the shoulder of the young man he used to call "the Boy"

The middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful was just grunting in annoyance.

Basic Father and son are the same huh, said the middle-aged woman in her heart.

Who had wanted to vent his emotions with the son only wayangnya so not tasteful to be angry - angry again. She was upset with her son plus her husband!

His lips were in line, lazy to speak!

His teeth were still clenching, holding back the anger that was even mounting to see the scene before him.

Father and Son giggled! don't know if the middle-aged woman is holding back emotions that are increasing to see the behavior that looks so annoying.

His hands clenched tightly, so that his lentic nails might penetrate the skin which can cause a pale white color there.

"Shut up!" exclaim Mother who increasingly can not stand to make middle-aged men and young men of Arab descent - Indo was jolted in shock until the funny face came out.

Yeah what else now?

Bela could only endure the amused smile of seeing the different man of distant age displaying a ridiculous expression.

Mouth gaping with empty eyes that sometimes wink - wink there.

"Riffany!"

"Eh yes, Bun." said Rifqy quickly after waking up from his shock.

Netra Mommy's eyes lock the eyes of the Youth who are none other than her own Son.

"Mother wants to say something." The look on your face really cannot be read by Rifqy.

Rifqy nodded in agreement.

"Come with Mother!" with heels that are not too high that sound not tuk tuk tuk, Mommy first leaves Rifqy who is still there.

"Boy!"

"Emmm..." Rifqy regained consciousness as she felt a soft pat on her shoulder with a typical call from her father.

"Your mother is out. Let's follow him!

If not..."

"If it's okay, Dad?" basic kepo!

"Yeah..."

"Nothing." a heavy sound made from the puckery appears to come out of the lips of the father makes Rifqy look clucked.

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"Dad out first huh, son?" The in-laws say goodbye to Bela and are nodding back with a smile clearly imprinted from behind the girl's veil.

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While in the room Number 1 at the Hospital there are two people who are seen talking about things that may be important and may not be.

"What do you mean, Rifqy Al-furqan?!" ask the Mother with a high enough tone to her Son.

The handsome young man of Arab - Indo descent who was named seemed to frown confused.

"Yes what, Mother? Rifqy did not understand." replied Rifqy then still with a confused look and did not understand it.

The middle-aged woman smiled cynically at her own Son.

Oh God.

"Mother already knows the truth between You and Mother's Son-in-law" said with both hands folded in front of the chest while turning to Rifqy.

"Bun's daughter-in-law..."

"Yes! who else if not Syasya!" look at a Mother yelling at her own Son for loving her Son-in-law too much.

"What's wrong with the two of us, Bun?

There's nothing..."

"Nothing how? Huh uh?!" For the second time Mother cut off the speech of the Youth who was none other than her own Son.

"What the hell does Mother mean? Rifqy really-not really understand." still confused to digest every speech that comes out of the lips Mother and felt cornered herself.

"Mother don't confuse Rifqy. If Rifqy has a fault, Mother says where the fault is Rifqy." Rifqy continued asking the Mother to be straightforward.

"Oh God?! Rifqy?!"

"Yes, this Mother is Rifqy."

"Enough Rifqy! Mommy wants you to be honest with Mommy." said Mommy while sitting her body on the side of the sofa.

Gontai Rifqy steps follow the Mother by sitting on the same sofa.

"Rifqy has been honest with Mother."

"Not yet." Answer Mother quickly.

"OK, okay! now Rifqy has to be honest about what, Bun? hem..." Yes this is how it should talk to women, should always be gentle and certainly should always give up 😄

Slowly but surely Mother's body twisted to be able to face the Son only wayangnya.

The netra of his eyes locked the netra of the eyes belonging to the Youth named Rifqy.

"Promise will be honest with Mother." every word hints that Rifqy should not hide anything, whatever it is.

Rifqy nodded in agreement with a smile imprinted on her sweet lips.

"What Rifqy..."

"Emmm..."

"Why, Bun?" asked Rifqy curious for a moment Mother stopped her speech.

Rough breathing appears out of the nose of a middle-aged woman who appears restless.

"Rifqy, be honest with Mother."

"Emm.." with his head nodding a few times.

"Rifqy, is it really you..."

"Yes, Bun why Rifqy?"

The middle-aged woman was silent.

Mother was silent, her lips were weak, her chest tightened to feel the fact that her son had turned out.

1 second.

3 seconds.

5 seconds.

The handsome young man of Arab - Indo descent looks faithful waiting for important things that do not come out too.

"Qy, is it true that you've never touched Mother's daughter-in-law."

Deg

Deg

Deg

Where does Mommy know?

Like a ghost chasing him to make him run hundreds of miles, Rifqy's heart beats faster to hear Mother's words that are true.

The smile that had been imprinted on the young man's lips, now seemed to fade.

His face was gloomy, not as cheerful as before when he heard the news that his wife had come to her senses.

"Why are you quiet?" questions that imply an order to answer.

Now the silent Rifqy, unable to answer the question of the woman who gave birth to her.

"Java!!" snapped Mother.

Rifqy nodded in agreement while closing her eyes.

"Astagfirullah.." cried Mother with her hands closed her mouth in disbelief.

The middle-aged woman seemed shocked for the second time, although she already knew this painful reality from the son-in-law, but she still could not believe it when it came out of her own lips.

"What do you want now?!"

Quiescent.

"Hmmm... What's?"

Still quiet.

"What, Rifqy Al-Furqan?!"

Stay quiet, don't answer.

"If you remain like this and cannot change, better let go of Syasya!"

JUDEERRR

Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight, Rifqy really does not believe the expression of the woman who has given birth to it.

His eyes look at the eyes of the Mother with a look of disbelief.

His face was even more grim than before.

His breath seemed to be hunting, holding tightness within his chest.

No, it's not possible.

And that's not gonna happen. Rifqy said a split second later after he came to his senses from his shock.

"Mother by the way what the hell?"

"You must understand what Mother said. So..."

Rifqy's head seemed to be dodging a few times. "Rifqy does not want to and that will not happen, Mother." cut the Youth of Arab descent - Indo.

"Rifqy loved Syasya before, now and in shea Allah until later." continued Rifqy with a tone of voice that weakened and weakened.

"If Rifqy loves Mother's daughter-in-law yes Rifqy should be able to give her a living..."

"Udah, Bun." replied Rifqy frustratedly.

"Born and inner!"

Right, born and inner. Inner Rifqy raging.

Mother's flickering hand that seemed to begin to wrinkle it holds both shoulders belong to Rifqy, forcing to face towards her.

"Son, the living is not just for birth but also there is an inner living."

"If you really love Syasya, you should be able to give him a living born in the form of money for his needs, ranging from make up, Gamis, Hijab and other needs. While your inner living must be able to make her happy not only in bed but also rich in attention, morning kiss, say romantic words, call her affection..."

"Bun, Rifqy can't be romantic." complained Rifqy to the Mother.

"Eh uh ehh, Mommy has not finished talking to you." Mother's hand pulled the earlobe Rifqy to make her pain.

"Aww, Bun's sick.."

"Devil, the man who is the nagger. So if the mother again says it do not cut - cut only!

The talk of this Mother Chicken or Duck is playing cut - cut it."

"Yes, yes Rifqy knows, Bun. But Rifqy is not ready yet Bun." replied Rifqy lightly.

"You're not ready yet why this day is so good for marriage." Check Mat!

"Why silence? can't answer, can you?"

"Mother does not want to know anyway you should be able to, and Mother knows how surely you can" said Mother again and now interspersed with giggling laughter.

"Emmm... Rifqy will try later."

Mother's eyes squeaking. "Kok later?" answer later.

"Mother, Syasya again not fit time want Rifqy ajakin things soan, ahhh Mother mah..

Yes, Rifqy wants to see Rifqy's wife first."

"Hem hem hem. so the story Mother left this"

"Who's the old one."

"Oh, I'm answering ya now."

"Well old Mother. hihi"

"Rifqy!!!"

"Frost..."

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